It's to be expected that Lan Zhan would still be wound up. It's a lot to take in for one night but it's been a long time for him, too. Even if his mind doesn't consciously remember, his soul does. At least, that's what it seems like to Wei Ying so he's willing to indulge, let him reclaim his territory any way he sees fit.

It's hardly an unpleasant experience, permitting Lan Zhan to remap his body with his hands, lips, and tongue. He moans softly, winding his hand in his lover's hair.

"And what is this, Lan Zhan? Tell me your thoughts on all of this? You haven't said much... Not that you usually do."

There's hint of laughter and affectionate warmth in his tone. His Lan Zhan's never been much of a talker but that doesn't mean he doesn't have things to say.

"But I'm thankful you haven't called me crazy and walked out the door."